TIME - 01:44
I completed the Singapore Marathon! Whoo hoo! *confetti*
10 KM!
In 1 hour 44 minutes! And I'm alive! And I escaped with only a blister the size of a small slug! And I did it in less than 3 hours! And I'm not last! WHEEEEEEEEE!!!
Number tag and medal! Yay. The marathon is nice, you get a shiny, solid medal just for completeing it... And they'll mail you a cert and everything!
And now I'm hungry. T_T We're having lunch at my grandaunts with PROPER FOOD, so I can't eat anything at home... *wails* *gnaws on furniture* The order of wants after a marathon is water, aircon, and a shower. Then food. I have never been more thankful for a house that has 7 toilets and 5 people.
What do you do for a blister on the bottom of your feet? Mine's on my left foot arch... It's not as if blister plaster and slippers can help when the blasted thing is on your sole.
Can't... walk... up... stairs... Ow ow ow owowow...
(Drac apologise in advance if she is slightly late for the ethapocaplyse due to unforeseen walking difficulties. The real horsepeople of the apocalypse had motorbikes horses personal transport, dammit.)
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Quote of the week:
Me: Oh S**t.
Mum: >=|
Me: It's a natural body function!
Dad: But not from your mouth.
XD It's very obvious where I get my lame genes from.
10 KM!
In 1 hour 44 minutes! And I'm alive! And I escaped with only a blister the size of a small slug! And I did it in less than 3 hours! And I'm not last! WHEEEEEEEEE!!!
Number tag and medal! Yay. The marathon is nice, you get a shiny, solid medal just for completeing it... And they'll mail you a cert and everything!
And now I'm hungry. T_T We're having lunch at my grandaunts with PROPER FOOD, so I can't eat anything at home... *wails* *gnaws on furniture* The order of wants after a marathon is water, aircon, and a shower. Then food. I have never been more thankful for a house that has 7 toilets and 5 people.
What do you do for a blister on the bottom of your feet? Mine's on my left foot arch... It's not as if blister plaster and slippers can help when the blasted thing is on your sole.
Can't... walk... up... stairs... Ow ow ow owowow...
(Drac apologise in advance if she is slightly late for the ethapocaplyse due to unforeseen walking difficulties. The real horsepeople of the apocalypse had motorbikes horses personal transport, dammit.)
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Quote of the week:
Me: Oh S**t.
Mum: >=|
Me: It's a natural body function!
Dad: But not from your mouth.
XD It's very obvious where I get my lame genes from.